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Well, hello, Mr. Williams.

I was just changing trains from Camp Sinai.

- Clear! Clear! - Stand clear!

I'll be goddamn.

Ed? Ed, you out there?

All police personnel, report to your division sergeant for assignment.

You're dismissed.

- Akooshay. - What?

and they don't tell you that a one-year contract here...

- I can't reach the train. - Well, keep trying.

- What do you want, Williams? - I wanna get the fuck out of here.

It has a 15 percent nitrous mix.

- Course. They all died off right. - Then cut their own heads off?

Bashira and I are in the rear.

Well, wasn't that nice of them.

Lieutenant, we're coming in. Can you read me?

Guys, what is that?

'Cause I know they're looking for somebody to blame.

So how'd they pin that on Desolation?

I can't let you take the rookie.

We've all seen what's going on out there...

That's the mine office.

Everybody check your equipment. I don't want any surprises.

Okay, let's go.

Let's go. This asshole doesn't know anything either.

- God, I hate this thing. - You'll get used to it.

Well, if a train comin', they better hurry up.

He went into the clinic.

How will we sneak in on a shift change if they knock off early for the night?

There's a man in there. Open it.

Stay here and keep it full throttle.

And now the commander's gone.

Officer to front desk.

And you are too. Give her your weapon.

It was my plan, Desolation.

The answer's yes.

Then they reemerge.

Whatever used to live here, we woke it up.

I just talked with the Cartel.

Checked herself in. Insisted on being locked up here with us.

Consider this a martial law situation.

I mean, there'd be a huge explosion, right?

You making deals with cops?

That's the word Descanso used. I didn't see it myself.

I'm right in front of you.

Where was your commanding officer during this time?

Then your asses will never get out.

Let's get the hell out of here!